<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392361" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Present at the Feast (Praia, Cape Verde,1983)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The family battalions massed nearby<br>Waving their napkins of white lace<br>At the heat, around the flies<br>That hung above the pig's glazed head<br>The salads, Cachupa and rice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The diverse plates, upon display<br>For clearly a sufficient time<br>To leave impression on the guests, <br>Removed again, we took our seats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The paterfamilias rose to his feet<br>Looked across to me (accusingly?) -<br>Young stranger, long of hair and pale<br>And began to take aside his girl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother took his elbow urgently<br>And whispered to him in commanding style<br>So every single guest could hear: <br>'Sta passionado cu Zaza! '<br>And even if not quite accurate<br>My social shame was now complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slipped down to the humid street<br>While up above the empty stores<br>They displayed the little feast once more<br>To honour Zaza and womanhood <br>As African breezes fled the sea<br>To play in her dark curly hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And but for a glimpse, at the post office<br>From the far side of the plateau square<br>That was all of her I would ever see<br>No other messenger would bring<br>Invitations from her family.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392361" data-title="Present at the Feast (Praia, Cape Verde,1983) de Frank Bana" data-description="The family battalions massed nearby Waving their napkins of white lace At the heat, around the flies That hung above the pig's glazed head The salads, Cachupa and rice The diverse plates, upon display For clearly a sufficient time To leave impres..."></div> </div> </div>

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